Most of them have to do with priorities. Temple of Me fell far low. Below washing socks.

I'm posting this primarily due to a bit of research.

In the column below I reported Jack Kapica's correction to his column about boingboing and Violet Blue.

Kapica left the Globe and mail after that correction, and at some point the news site removed the column containing the correction.

The original column, with the incorrect information, is still on GlobeandMail.com.

In the interest of clarity...that original column is still in error. Kapica's following correction is still valid:

"In my July 4 blog entry on a controversy over the removal of all references to sex columnist Violet Blue from the boingboing blog, I referred to another blogger, called Temple of Me, who had printed some criticisms of boingboing in his blog, Temple of Me's Temple of Me. Temple of Me has just sent me an e-mail pointing out that the criticisms he made of boingboing were not in reference to the Violet Blue controversy, but in reference to another issue entirely; Temple of Me had, in fact, not made any comment on the Violet Blue matter. I regret the error." -- Jack Kapica

For many reasons I've been a non-reader of boingboing for quite a long while. So, while looking at the Metafilter archives I was surprised to see my name mentioned in relation to the boingers.

The link led me to your column of July 4, 2008 at 9:40 AM EDT.

"Another, called Temple of Me, called it the "death knell of boingboing," expressing further disgust with a refusal to capitalize the blog's name."

Thing post you mentioned from my site was written March 10 2009, more than two years before this latest Violet Blue controversy. So, I most certainly didn't call removing the Blue posts the "death knell of boingboing."

Also, no disgust was expressed by my using "boingboing" instead of BoingBoing or Boingboing of bOINGbOING...each being ways the site and pharmacy (1) magazine had been called.

Since comments have shut down for that article, I would appreciate a correction published. For the sake of being correct if nothing else.

Thank you,

Temple of Me

or Temple of Me

or even Temple of Me if you like.

PS: If you need proof this is the same person that wrote the article you can check out my home page from the link you gave.

"In my July 4 blog entry on a controversy over the removal of all references to sex columnist Violet Blue from the boingboing blog, I referred to another blogger, called Temple of Me, who had printed some criticisms of boingboing in his blog, Temple of Me's Temple of Me. Temple of Me has just sent me an e-mail pointing out that the criticisms he made of boingboing were not in reference to the Violet Blue controversy, but in reference to another issue entirely; Temple of Me had, in fact, not made any comment on the Violet Blue matter. I regret the error."

I appreciate the correction and the speed to which it was delivered. That's proper "old-time" journalism.

"I never thought almost 20 years of love and family could be disregarded in an instant," said Langbehn, a social worker who lives with her children in Lacey, Wash. -- South-Florida Sun-Sentinel

A woman and her partner arrive in Miami to take a cruise. A woman and her partner of 18-years. With their children. The woman has a brain aneurysm. After 18 hours she was pronounced dead.

18 hours where her partner and her children weren't allowed to see her.

At a Miami news conference, Langbehn, 39, broke down when she recalled the eight hours she and her three adopted children — now ages 11, 12 and 14 — sat in a hospital waiting room with little knowledge of Pond's condition. "As I sat there wracking my brain, I would go outside and scream into the Miami night," she said. "I felt like a failure for not being there holding her hand."

Langbehn said she was allowed in to see her partner only for about five minutes, as a priest gave Pond the last rites.

Langbehn is suing three Jackson Hospital personnel for approx $75,000.

But when Pond suffered a massive stroke onboard before the ship left port and was rushed to Jackson Memorial Hospital, administrators refused to let Langbehn into the Pond's hospital room. A social worker told them they were in an "anti-gay city and state."

$75,000 is a slap on the wrist. A reminder that their actions were morally wrong. However:

Linda Quick, president of the South Florida Hospital and Healthcare Association, said she did not think Jackson broke any laws or rules and chided the family for seeking money from a public hospital.

"Whether [Jackson] could have been more culturally sensitive, maybe. Do the [the family members] deserve an apology? Probably," Quick said. "But that's tax money they are trying to get."

Well, Ms Quick, I'm one of those taxpayers. That family deserves more than $75,000. I suggest the salaries for one year from each of those employees.

Pond, Langbehn and the children arrived in Miami for a Caribbean cruise with R Family Vacations, a company run by Rosie O'Donnell and her partner Kelli Carpenter that caters to gays.

Ms O'Donnell, may I suggest R Family moves their cruise port to a place that is not an "anti-gay city and state?"

Jeny Lens wonders if she misheard the singer from the Mastercard commercial "My Favorite Things." The ad uses the first and last verses from the Sound of Music song. Though the opening is "raindrops on roses," Lens heard "Angels on roses."

My wife heard “Angels” the first time also, but it’s always been “raindrops” for me.

I’d like to know why as the singer starts to scuba she suddenly develops a Southern accent with the line "“these are a few of my favorite things.” Also, doesn’t it sound like she totally loses pitch for the final “so bad…”?

And since my wife and I like this other commercial, I link it here. Well, actually back there.

But it would be good if the story was put to rest because it's always good when journalists report on what's really happening and not on their own prejudices and preconceptions about what they think we want to hear about ourselves. - Lance Mannion

Picture this. You're pumping gas. The sun is shining and all is right with your world.

You look at the next pump. The young driver has his hood up and is pumping gas into the carburetor.

You are correct. That is not the normal procedure.

He then puts the hose into his tank and props it to pump gas.

If you are familiar with the fact that gas in the carburator can help a car start you know why he put gas in the carb.

You would also know that just a spritz of gas is required. Not the healthy squeeze you saw applied.

You would also know that placing gas on the carb is not recommended as many a car fire starts that way.

And with only a spritz. Not a squeeze.

You, in an effort to spare your young child, would decide you no longer need to fill your tank. The couple of gallons you've pumped will be enough. You will, in less time than it takes to read this sentence, stop pumping gas, close the tank, start your car and leave the gas station.

Expecting a fireball the likes of which are reserved for cheesy police procedurals of the 1970s.

You will be relieved not to see, hear, or feel such fireball. But will nonetheless drive away in what would best be described as "lickity-split."

Chuck is a nickname for Charles. I bet you have a grandfather or know some old guy with that name.

But I doubt you know a kid in the first grade with that name. You see, Charles was once one of the top ten names for boys. But starting in the 1960s the name began to slip. It's not even in the top 50 anymore.

I bring this up, because I have deduced there is a secret cabal in Hollywood dedicated to killing the name completely.